Thanks for all the encouraging feedback to my earlier stories. Here's the next instalment of young Zack's misadventures with his teacher Mr Burke, a saga loosely based on events that happened when I was a (very bad) kid. It makes best sense if first you read the initial chapter available here on MMSA Stories Archive.
Zack 2: A Spanking Holiday
Zack's father shook Burke's hand. "We really appreciate you taking Zack off our hands. Especially at such short notice. We wouldn't be able to go otherwise. You've got the phone number, just in case. And you Zack," he patted his son on the head, "I expect you to behave yourself for Mr Burke. He has my absolute authority to punish you if you don't."
"I'll be good for Mr Burke, I promise," said Zack, waving as the car backed out of the driveway and his parents headed for the airport. For the rest of his school holidays, he would be staying here with his class teacher.
"Thanks for having me Sir," Zack said, and he meant it. Burke had told him he was special, and offering to mind him for a whole week was real proof that Burke meant it.
"Come on in, we'll unpack your bag and I'll explain the rules."
It was a huge house. Burke had recently inherited it from his great aunt and was in the process of repainting. The front rooms were completed but the other two bedrooms and the kitchen were chaotic. Burke finished the tour in the small study off his bedroom. It had a single bed, a cupboard and a desk, which was bare.
"This will be your room. I've moved my computer and paperwork out so the desk is yours as well. We can go to the beach and the movies, all the things we talked about, but every day I want to get a few hours painting done, and I want you to spend that time here studying. You've work to catch up on from last semester," said Burke. "Once we've both done our tasks, we can go out for the rest of the day."
"Not fair," said Zack. "It's holidays. I shouldn't have to do school stuff."
"Rule One. No arguing back," warned Burke.
"Just because it's a rule doesn't make it fair," whined Zack.
"Rule Two. Blatant disobedience, such as back chat, scores a punishment. As you weren't aware of the rule, this time it will be a hand spanking. But next time I'll use the cane or the strap."
"I'm sorry Sir," said Zack, suddenly realising his mistake.
"Too late. Pants off," said Burke and sat on the edge of the bed to watch.
Zack kicked off his sneakers, unbuckled his belt and dropped his baggy trousers.
"Not a brilliant start for your stay here, Zack, is it? Not for someone who, only a mere ten minutes ago, promised he'd be good."
"Sorry Sir, I wasn't thinking," replied Zack, head down, face hidden behind his long blond hair. He stepped out of his trousers.
"Indeed you weren't. You can place those neatly on the chair, young man. And put your T shirt neatly on top."
Zack stood in front of Burke dressed only in a tiny pair of faded green cotton underpants which began tenting straight out at the front as his _c_o_c_k_ grew stiff. Zack attempted to push his four inch embarrassment to one side. Burke sharply slapped his hand away.
"Stop that at once. You don't play with yourself just because you are turned on," Burke snapped. "Hands on head.... That's better. I can see we've a very long way to go my Zack. Are you ready for your spanking?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good. Over my knee you go."
Zack placed himself in position. Burke slowly pulled down and removed the boy's briefs, exposing firm round buttocks, their whiteness a stark contrast to the brown tan of Zack's legs and back. He could feel Zack's rigid _c_o_c_k_ prodding into his leg like a stubby pencil. He rubbed his hand over Zack's cheeks.
"Why am I going to spank you, Zack?"
"For answering back Sir," came the mumbled reply.
"Correct. And does that seem fair to you?"
"Yes Sir. I'm sorry I forgot about being good."
"This will remind you to think before you speak," said Burke.
And the first spanking of the day began. Left then right buttock, upper then lower. Burke began with what could be called slaps then gradually increased the intensity of the whacks. Soon the boy was gasping between hits, short moans that indicated he was in pain. Burke noticed with great pleasure that Zack's erection was still pressing into his leg. He whacked full force. Zack's legs were trembling uncontrollably and the boy was crying. Burke administered six more scorchers then stopped.
"Stand up."
Zack climbed unsteadily to his feet, still sobbing.
"Hands on head. Turn around."
Burke examined the boy's buttocks. From innocent white to blotchy red and inflamed, in less than twenty minutes, but nothing that wouldn't fade within an hour or twelve.
"Certainly not the best start to your stay here, but at least you took it well," said Burke. "Get a tissue, wipe your eyes and blow your nose. I've something to show you."
Zack grabbed a tissue. Burke opened the cupboard and took out one of a number of canes stored there. Zack blew his nose loudly then noticed the 18 inch long cane in Burke's hand.
"Face me Zack. Tissue in bin. Hands back on head. "
The boy's eyes were red but his erection was as strong as ever.
"Has your father ever caned you?"
"No Sir, just his hand, oh and once or twice with the hairbrush or his slipper, back when I was little," said Zack.
"So you've never been caned?"
"No Sir, never."
"This is a reasonably short cane, fairly thin. Whippy is a good word for it," Burke demonstrated the sound it made cutting through the air. "As soon as the time is right it will be used on you. And after that you'll get it frequently, every time I decide you need another dose. I've larger and thicker canes that you'll experience less often, mainly after particularly serious transgressions. This one doesn't cause the bruising and marks that the bigger canes do. Be warned however, this little whippy number still delivers a decent sharp sting. So this is what will be regularly used to keep you in-line and generally focussed on being obedient. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir," said Zack.
"As you've never been caned before you may as well learn now what will be expected of you when it's being applied." Burke stood up and continued, "It's important that you understand that you must not move when being corrected. You could be injured if I hit the wrong spot. Nor should you put your hands behind you to try and stop the punishment. Your fingers could get damaged. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir," said the boy.
"You may be positioned lying on the bed, but most often you will be positioned right over a chair or stool, leaning over the bed or table, or just touching your toes. Your buttocks will always be naked. Your legs must be wider apart than your shoulders and your butt must be pushed up towards me, higher than your back. Do you understand?"
"I think so Sir." Zack leant over the bed and positioned himself, "Like this Sir?" he asked, eager to redeem himself in Burke's eyes..
"Butt higher, closer to the bed, head right down, legs a little wider," instructed Burke. "That's it. Perfect. That's just how I want you for your first six with the cane."
Burke rubbed his hand over the boy's buttocks and down between his legs. The boy was tense, aroused and ready.
"You just tell me when you're ready for the cane," he said gently, fondling the boy's erection. "Whenever you're ready."
"Yes Sir," whispered Zack. "I think I'm ready now Sir."
"Very good boy," said Burke, "You say 'Thank you Sir' after each stroke. And remember, don't move."
CRACK!
"Yeeeoow," whooped Zack and fell forward on the bed, his hands rubbing his butt.
"Stand up," demanded Burke.
Zack obeyed, "Sorry Sir, _f_u_c_k_ that hurt Sir, oh yeah, thanks Sir, owww."
"Back into position," ordered Burke. "Not very good. What did you do wrong?"
"Sorry Sir. I moved, Sir," said Zack, now back with his red butt pointing upwards.
"One, you moved. Two, you touched your butt afterwards without permission. Three, you didn't thank me properly. Ready to try again?"
"Yes Sir."
CRACK!
This time Zack only moved his butt, contracting his muscles as the pain spread, but trying his best not to move.
"Thank you, Sir," he gasped.
"Better," said Burke.
CRACK!
Then Burke administered another five precise strokes. Zack took them almost perfectly. In all there were now seven thin lines across his crimson buttocks.
"That's six," said Burke, "The first one didn't count. They don't count if you move."
He sat on the bed and pulled the boy to him. Zack wrapped his arms around his school master and held on tight.
Nothing was said for almost a minute.
"Not bad for a first time. You took those well," said Burke. "You OK?"
"Yes Sir," said Zack. "I was thinking last night about what you said about me needing regular punishments to keep me in-line, on the right track and all that stuff. Well, Sir, inside like, when I'm being real honest, I know you're right. I know I need it Sir. Discipline Sir. I was kind of hoping that this is what would happen this week with you. But I wasn't sure if last Friday's spanking was just because you were angry about your car. Thanks for doing it to me, Sir."
"I told you Zack," said Burke, "You're a special kind of boy who needs a special kind of treatment. No matter how angry I may or may not be, it will make no difference. You'll get what you need, no more or less. I told you when we began the after-school sessions that I was on your case. That was a long-term promise. I meant it then and I mean it now. And it includes regular punishments. I'm hoping that this week we can establish the ground rules and you'll be trained to suit my requirements. A week isn't long, but if you do your very best, and I keep up the frequent discipline, I think we'll be well on the way."
"I'll do my best," said Zack.
"Good boy. Now let's get you unpacked. You can hang up your jeans. Around the house I want you in shorts or less. Those long pants take too long to get off."
"They fall off once you undo the belt," said Zack, indignantly. "It's the fashion Sir."
"They might be fashionable, but they don't show off your butt," Burke replied, laughing "And we both know how much you like having your butt looked at."
Zack laughed as he pulled on his little green underpants, tucking his half-mast erection to the left. "OK then Sir. Can I just wear these, Sir?" he asked coyly. "My butt feels too hot for shorts."
"Of course," said Burke. "Unpack your bags and I'll finish up where I was painting. As you might have noticed, the kitchen's a disaster area, so we're going out for dinner."
To be continued....
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